Interests:"Strength and wisdom are not opposing values."
Fmr. President William Jefferson Clinton
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Yeah, you heard right. I am off the market! The devil is NOT in the
details, really. Very low-key..... but I guess I can run tell dat. :)
When we head to church, I pack Nico's bag with change of clothes,
juice, etc.. Well, today, I slipped the ring in Nico's backpack. We
were almost out the door when Christine changed up the bag. Talk about
someone thrown. I was dead silent through church and when we got home.
See, the idea was that after church, we'd go get something to eat and
afterwards, take a walk through Piedmont Park. There's a spot by 14th
St where kiddie swings are located. That's where I wanted to do it.
Didn't happen. AAAAAAAANYWAY.....
We're up here watching The First 48 Hours on A&E HD. I'm tending to
my apple pies. She's feeling warm because of all the oven heat.
Well.... she asked for something cold to drink. I brought her water....
and the ICE you see on her finger. Got on one of my bad knees and did
it. Badabing! Let's just say that she'll feel the chill a lil more when
the wedding band comes into play. :)
Save the Date deals will go out soon. Yeeeah, this Zeta Kitty tamed a Bad Azz Ape. WHO KNEW??? :)
Happy Birthday to our greatest creation to date. You drive us crazy, you give us hugs, you say 'no' WAAAAAAAY too much, but you always say 'Please' and 'Thank you'. Right now, you're teetering at 50/50 and we wouldn't want it any other way. We love you so much and know that God made this so for you to grow. Mommy and Daddy love you very much and pray He will continue to guide us in molding you into a great person.
Thank you EVERYONE who are a a part of his lil' boy's life. Y'all know how much of a blessing children are and the CHANGES they put you through. Even if you do not have your own yet, I am sure you can relate through your godchildren, nieces, nephews, cousins, students, etc.. God bless!
I WANT MY REAL HIP-HOP! Whatever happened to hip-hop that showcased some LYRICISM, SHOWMANSHIP and PERSONALITY? I've been vegging this afternoon on Imeem and YouTube, reminiscing and creating playlists of songs I remember. I miss the hip-hop from 1988-1996.
Lords of the Underground A Tribe Called Quest Leaders of the New School Goodie Mob Mobb Deep Biz Markie Black Moon EPMD 3rd Bass Brand Nubian X-Clan Digital Underground Eric B & Rakim Big Daddy Kane Outkast Keith Murray Redman .... and so many more I can't even BEGIN to name.
I'm sure I'm not expressing anything that you haven't already heard from other bloggers, chat boards, forums, etc.. The art of rhyming was at its best. The presentation was also PHENOMENAL. It wasn't all about the bling, the video hoes, and fiddyleven entourage cats jumping on stage (although Wu Tang Clan.... ya kinda made it vogue). Gangstarr had some HOT videos that really stuck to the lyrics. Remember this? (It's Gangstarr's Just to Get a Rep for those who are reading this from an import)
It seems like it became more about making money than trying to hone the skill. Sex sells. Violence sells. The art suffers. I think we all were thrown when we saw Biz Markie's Vapors and the bikini chiks. Maybe it was when we saw Big Daddy Kane's Smooth Operator. Nah, it was probably Uncle Luke's videos. The thing was, there was more lovers of the art, the beatmaking and the turntablism than the bootybuttnekkid. I have no idea what sells the music that's out now. I don't listen to commercial radio and I do not watch BET or MTV anymore because of the guntalk, b!t%h, n!&&a, h03$, no more Cristal now it's Patron-poppin' glamorization. Maybe I'm just gettin' grown because.... I'm SUPPOSED TO... or maybe I'm doing the same things that our parents did, that THEIR parents did by criticizing and turning an ear to their child's music. Just my stream of consciousness running amok. :)
Today, I celebrate with thousands of other men the Centennial of the oldest collegiate fraternity for African-Americans, ALPHA PHI ALPHA FRATERNITY, INCORPORATED.
A century ago, seven African-American students endeavored upon this
great undertaking while attending Cornell University. Their names
remain etched in my brain as if it were yesterday:
Henry Arthur Callis
Charles Henry Chapman
Eugene Kinckle Jones
George Biddle Kelley
Nathaniel Allison Murray
Robert Harold Ogle
Vertner Woodson Tandy
Men of Alpha revere them as the 'Jewels' of the Fraternity. Now, you
can IMAGINE the social climate in the early 1900s. There were very few
African-Americans attending college, let alone an Ivy League school
such as Cornell. The basis of the Fraternity's inception was as a
study group and a great way for the few of them to be together in one
place and feel a sense of kinship. Since then, we've seen great and
challenging times. Great men have been initiated into Alpha. It goes
without saying that we have some members who haven't lived up to the
ideals. Through it all, there's still love for that Black and Ol' Gold.
My Fraternity has been unwavering in its manly deeds, quest for
scholarship and love for all Mankind. From our thoughts of Fraternity,
other fraternities and sororities took flight. We continue be the
First of All, Servants to All and We Shall Transcend All. If you see
someone you know to be an Alpha in your travels today, wish them a
Happy Centennial and Holiday season. God Bless y'all.
I remain,
Bro. Jonathan Beverley, LM #11468
A.K.A. "War Games, the Prodigal One"
Initiated: October 28, 2000 - Alpha Phi Lambda Chapter
Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity, Inc.
After as many as TEN YEARS.... I scarfed down a McRib value meal. We
were coming back from Christmas shopping when I saw the sign say, "The
McRib is Back!" I whipped the Accord into the drive-thru and patiently
waited.
$4.17
Driving to our next destination, Nico's eating on the fries and the
missus is drinkin my Sprite. I dig in to the bag and.... what? a
CARTON? No messy paper??? Not keeping to tradition, but I'll manage. I
could smell the barbecue sauce through the carton and finally!
There was no road. No cars. No lights. No Nico or the missus. They all
disappeared. Blank whitespace. Just me and the McRib. I didn't hear
anything that she or Nico said for about 2 minutes until.....
A piece of onion and pickle fell. I really tried not to do spilling,
but in the throes of eating.... well... anyway.... All of a sudden, I
saw and heard everything that I missed over those 2 minutes. I
laughed... guffawed even. Life was never so good than eating that McRib.
Call me crazy. At least I didn't buy one of those applique' t-shirts!
